I began booking my spring tour in mid January. This is the first time I've gone about booking in a very systematic fashion. It's pretty grueling, but I'm definitely seeing results! See the itinerary below. Dates in bold are ones that have shows booked. Find them listed on my calendar with more details coming soon. I could probably use some help in all non-bold cities! If you or someone you know can help me out with shows in any of those cities, I would really appreciate it! I'm especially into house shows (basements, living rooms, garages..) but I also enjoy shows at book/record/thrift/coffee shops, parks, collective spaces, clearings in the woods, firesides, etc.

I awoke in a cell, silent and dark,a plate was slipped through a crack in the door.I didn't belong here, I knew it too well,so I stripped the striped uniform that I wore.When a wrecking ball smashed through the fourth concrete wallI stood naked, alone, and ashamed.The audience roared in laughter and applauseas I curled on the floor of the stage. A script then appeared from behind the curtains,highlighted to stand to my feet.As I read through my lines and studied the blockingit occurred to me I was the lead.All of my family, co-workers and friendsmade a noteworthy supporting castand the folks on the train or walking the streetwere just extras with b-roll soundtrack. Shakened, awakened, I've come to my senses -roused from nightmarish subconscious pretenses,like Russian dolls, my dreams inceptedin layers of reality. Now I found myself bound by my own ambition,a straight jacket pure and white.Like a cubicle office or suburban family:2.3 kids and a dog and a wife.I sought freedom in privacy, asylum in debt,my own snowflake amidst static white sound;plugged in and tuned out, on automatic,"normal" by every postmodern account.Shakened, awakened... It's a soggy morning in a concrete jungleand I'm up with this ragged war-weary platoon.We've marched and fought days and days on endTrusting our victory, delivery's come soon.Against no human enemy have we lift our swords;but we've ravaged the labyrinthine walls between us,revealing the world was never a stage at allbut a combat arena of bread and circuses.

Today I was scheduled to present at the MS223 Career Day in the South Bronx. As I walked up to the school in the morning, I was not a little discouraged to see that it was a school of finance. I'm an artist and activist, one of the original occupiers on Wall Street! How could I possibly connect with middle schoolers studying finance, the very industry that destroyed our economy and made the Occupy movement an imperative in the first place?

I arrived early and sat alone, awkwardly, at a cluster of desks in the morning meeting room. Other presenters trickled in, affixing name tags to their finely pressed suits. Mine indicated GioSafari as my company and was pressed to the breast pocket of my flannel shirt. As we served ourselves and ate breakfast, folks made small talk about their jobs. I sat quietly and nobody talked to me - the curse of the introvert - while I stuffed my face with two large helpings of eggs, potatoes, and bread.

The Career Day organizer made some announcements and we watched a video about some great arts and music program they run in the summer. Perhaps this school wasn't so bad after all...

There were two other presenters in my classroom and we all spoke for two classes of sixth graders. I started things off for the first class, explaining the difference between "song" and instrumental music (the former having lyrics), and that I sing songs with important messages. I played my Protest Song for them and closed by fielding a handful of questions.

The second presenter was a marketing associate with American Express. When I told her that I was at OWS, she joked that we wouldn't get along. The third presenter was a librarian. I talked with her about Word Up and we bonded on books. They were both very cool peeps and it was great to meet them and hear about their work.

For the second class I started with a song, briefly explaining beforehand, "I write songs that have important messages. So you'll have to listen closely, I'm going to ask you questions about it afterward." I played Why Lie, I Want A Beer, a first-person tale of a homeless beggar spilling his guts on a subway train. The kids engaged me as I led them through some questions about the character and his story. They also asked good questions and responded well overall. I explained that I write stories like that because I see homeless people all the time and my heart breaks for them. In my compassion and through my art I am compelled to give voice to their stories.

After the kids left I talked with the rest of my team for a bit and then we all went our separate ways (I went busking on the subway). The overall experience was pretty neat and I'm really pleased with how Career Day panned out. Though I did feel a bit insecure going into it (when will I ever afford to buy a suit?? Lol..), I am now all the more confident in who I am, what I am passionate about and the work ive been called to and gifted for.

Moreover, I was subtly reminded today that wealth and privilege can indeed be leveraged for good and don't necessarily have to be used toward greed, violence and injustice; and I can't help but wonder whether I was looking into the bright eyes and faces of the future revolutionary movements for peace and justice. I can only hope that my message and example somehow helped to nudge them in that direction.

Thanks to MS223 and to those awesomely attentive sixth graders for helping to make this Career Day a particularly poignant one.